IN Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ?
 We, said the eyes, send forth those pointed darts
Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts.
 From us, repli'd the lips, proceed those blisses
Which lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses.
Then wept the eyes, and from their springs did pour
Of liquid oriental pearl a shower ;
Whereat the lips, moved with delight and pleasure,
Through a sweet smile unlock'd their pearly treasure
And bad Love judge, whether did add more grace
Weeping or smiling pearls to Celia's face.